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Writer’s block…

I wish I could write better. My mind screams for better expression, firmer articulation but all that ensues seems to be a mere trickle of dirty water. What ultimately emerges from my pen(keyboard, to be precise) is pretty much divorced from what I imagine or would like it to be. I think that my writing has to be a good reflection of what I feel. When there’re so few things that I feel strongly about, how can I expect my writing to be a good and strong expression? Like my thoughts, my writing also appears devoid of feeling, wanting in intensity … insipid. What does one do if one cares neither for an Italian-born Indian prime minister nor a new technical gizmo? What does one do if one has no firm ideology or belief? No spiritual philosophy nor any …. political leanings?

‘Did you know… it was all going to go so wrong for you
And did you see it was all going to be so right for me
Why did we tell you then
You were always the golden boy then
And that you’d never lose that light in your eyes

Hey you… did you ever realise what you’d become
And did you see that it wasn’t only me you were running from
Did you know all the time but it never bothered you anyway
Leading the blind while I stared out the steel in your eyes

The rain fell slow, down on all the roofs of uncertainty
I thought of you and the years and all the sadness fell away from me
And did you know…

I never thought that you’d lose that light in your eyes..’

How did I lose it?